From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Ah, what’s the hurry? Come over and have a drink with me…” The young man called out to stop her.

Liang Xiaohong didn’t dare to offend him for now. Reluctantly, she turned around and walked over to him. Her plan was foolproof, there should be no problems. Her urgent task at the moment was to please this young master.

Lan Huixin looked at the man lying on the ground like a dead pig, gave a cold snort, and kicked him hard.

Feeling unsatisfied, she kicked him several more times.

She took her sleeve and wiped her face, disgusted. “Pah, shameless old pervert, makes me sick.”

The man gave a hum, fast asleep, heavier than a dead pig.

Lan Huixin touched the whistle in her palm – this useful little thing had been given to her by Ming Jing. She only had to blow it, and the man in front of her immediately passed out. It was satisfying.

She touched the diamond earring in her ear – it should have recorded the way this old pervert behaved. His petty tricks wouldn’t cause trouble, but they had led him to reveal some key information – enough to get him into serious trouble.

Ming Jing’s ability to find out this man’s background and business dealings was impressive. On one hand, it showed Ming Jing’s strong connections, and on the other hand that Ming Jing had been investigating Liang Xiaohong in secret for a while.

Regardless of the reason, this filled Lan Huixin with confidence.

Zhu Xiangxiang closed her eyes in despair.

However, after waiting for a while, nothing happened as she had imagined.

The air seemed to fall into stagnant silence, it was extremely quiet, she could even clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Zhu Xiangxiang cautiously opened her eyes.

Under the dim, ambiguous light, the girl was bathed in a faint golden glow. Despite the high position she held over Zhu Xiangxiang, she exuded no pressure. Her dark, calm eyes were filled with a gentleness like spring rain and the compassion of Buddha’s light.

In that instant, she was so moved that she could have prostrated herself immediately to bow and worship.

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw the girl’s face clearly, she shuddered and snapped back to reality.

Ming Jing removed something from Zhu Xiangxiang’s mouth, then asked softly, “Do you realize your mistake?”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face showed a mix of emotions. After such a rollercoaster of events, she was mentally and physically exhausted, too tired to hold any hatred.

“Kill or cut, I’m at your mercy. No need to put on a show.” Zhu Xiangxiang said brusquely.

Ming Jing shook her head with a smile. “Do you remember Zhou Ling?”

Zhu Xiangxiang frowned, wondering why she was suddenly bringing up this woman.

“She was a member of an international financial fraud gang who was ordered to return to China, infiltrate Zhu Group and orchestrate a fraudulent scheme internally. This is the con team’s usual tactic, offering her a powerful backup plan.”

“If she had succeeded, Zhu Group would have gone bankrupt, Zhu Wentao would have been scapegoated and jailed, thousands of employees would have lost their jobs, countless investors would have lost their money, and shareholders would have lost everything. At that point, Zhu Group’s reputation would have been ruined, public resentment in Jiangzhou would have boiled over, and the money, once laundered, would end up in some people’s pockets. The fastest and easiest place in the world to launder money is the entertainment industry…”

Ming Jing curled her lips and continued speaking. “Zhou Ling made a fatal mistake – she ran into me. All her plots were broken up and collapsed. She was jailed and committed suicide in prison a few days later.”

Zhu Xiangxiang was taken aback. Zhou Ling committed suicide?

Ming Jing wouldn’t tell a story for no reason; what exactly was she trying to say?